Much has changed
We are not the same
The child in us
Still remains
When it used to rain
We made paper boats
They used to float
You floated your boat
From across the road
I floated mine
From my side
Two boats used to meet
Somewhere midway
Touching two hearts
Perhaps never to part
Rains again and again
Now come every year
But I know not
Whose boat you now steer
It reminds me of you
And of blissful innocence
We never thought
The paper boats
Couldn’t take us far.
Much has changed
We are not the same
The child in us
Still remains
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem